The Ultimate Oxymoron

Listening to: Sublime, Date Rape

I think I've developed carpal tunnel in my pinkie... That's weird.

Anyways the holiday season is drawing to a close but not without it's stragglers. The attack of the gift baskets has arived. It isn't to say I don't love the people who send these to me... it's just that we get a lot of cheese. I've spent these last days telling my parents and sister about how the Blue has a funny color in it, or about how the Brie tastes like amonia or about how the Camebert has this weird crust around the edge.

Okay so it's not like I don't like cheese either, it's just that what's wrong with that good ol' stuff like chedar? Anyways, I'm cheesed out. It drives me nuts that people have come to think that my the family is a CHEESE FAMILY!

On a brighter note, our patriarch has decided to make banana bread only to find that we are missing flour. We now have something that resembles a banana bread souffle. Which by the way, isn't that bad.

Okay something's buring, please don't let it my fabric swatches... I've gotta go,

You know you love me. (And if you do you're gonna get some cheese!)

Lara